User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-3474228-20150411011357/@comment-3474228-20150501034035

As they continue down the path, Bragoon nods his head courteously to a dormouse strolling the other way with a basket in hand. After the mouse passes, Bragoon snickers. "Poor ol' chap's in fer a surprise." As noon gives way for dusk, the pair reach the final stretch of path, with the Abbey in sight. Bragoon stops for a moment to revel in its glory. "Ah, good 'ol Redwall Abbey." He then turns to Saro, a devious look in his eye. "Thank th'Lords we left that place, eh? ... Race ye!" He bounds down the path, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.